My enemies became my companions

Chapter 411: Too Bad

"I'm afraid we can't invite this female lead back. I'm sorry to have neglected you. I thought that the sixty years of friendship and affection were all here, but I never expected that my old face... was useless!"

Master Jiang Xin walked on the backstage of the theater. The two female priests followed him, listening to his constant sighing. They just exchanged glances and shook their heads.

Both of them had already advised him just now. Although the two girls also liked to listen to opera, they were not as obsessed with it as Master Jiang Xin. It was a pity to miss it, but it was just a pity.

But Senior Jiang Xin Zhenren was really feeling extremely guilty. Since he couldn't invite any female actors, he insisted on taking them to the backstage to have a look.

This is because we are afraid that people will be prejudiced against the play and get tired of it.

Backstage was a semi-open courtyard with a thin line drawn from the middle and thick curtains hanging down. On the left was the male group and on the right was the female group. After Master Jiang Xin spoke to the master of the troupe, the master came over quite attentively.

Men and women should not touch each other, so the two girls were seeing a group of women.

The master's surname is Fang, and his given name is Liang. Master Jiangxin calls him Master Fang.

"Thank you for coming." Master Fang called out, and then called out a group of female actors: "You girls, come meet the immortal masters."

As soon as the voice came out, several graceful figures came out of the door. They were all pretty, with delicate features and slim figures. The youngest was no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, and the oldest was no more than twenty. All of them were in the prime of life. They looked at the nuns curiously. Although they pursed their lips and remained silent like ladies from noble families, their eyes were already chattering.

They were all girls of similar age. Lu Ying saw that they were dressed simply, their arms were thin and bony, and their faces were pale with powder on. Their situations were completely different from his own, the chief disciple of Jian Jia. He couldn't help but sigh a few times.

Yin Weiying glanced at him from the side and found that this boy had a compassionate nature and was a bit like a little fox.

Fortunately, it's only a few points similar. If it was too similar, Chen Yi's soul would have been hooked away.

Master Fang greeted the women and said:

"You haven't met the Immortal Master yet?"

As soon as these words fell, a group of women stood up and said in unison:
"I have met several immortal masters."

It was almost uniform, with no extra noise, which showed Master Fang's strict management of the troupe.

Master Jiang Xin showed appreciation and said, "Not bad, not bad. If it weren't for me, an old man, who is practicing Taoism, I'm afraid I would have to pick a few of them and take them back."

Master Fang cried out, "How dare we, lowly creatures, hinder your immortality?"

"The Tao follows nature, and the most important thing is to follow nature." Master Jiang Xin said with a smile, "That girl... is she pretending to be Lin Chong?"

The woman that Master Jiang Xin pointed at smiled sweetly. Master Fang waved his hand and asked her to come over. The latter held a sword in her hand and made a sword flower.

"Her nickname is Xiaoxia, and she specializes in singing male roles." Master Fang raised his hand and said, "Xia'er, sing a part for me."

Xia Er spun the long sword in her hand, her figure moved with the sword, and she began to sing:

"I was forced to be a traitor to my country, and I became Huang Chao, who betrayed my master. It's just like a hawk that has escaped from its cage, a rabbit that has escaped from its cage, or a dragon that has escaped from its net. Who can punish Zheng Mao to save the country? It's hard to find Gao Yao in charge of criminal law! My hair is burnt and my luggage is empty. I will fight for my life and come back!"

As she finished speaking, Xia'er's figure had already stepped several feet away. She was extremely nimble. She turned around with the sword and flipped her wrist. The sword flowers swayed in the sunlight, dazzling everyone's eyes.

Yin Weiying remained calm, thinking that he was just a mediocre master. However, Lu Ying noticed something unusual in his performance. He nodded at first, but finally shook his head.

Although the sword is raised well, the sword landing is too fancy.

"Master, I won't hang my legs anymore!"

Suddenly, a woman's scream was heard. The nuns looked over and saw a ten-year-old girl hanging on a rope with one leg, with beads of sweat dripping from her face like a waterfall.

With outsiders present, Master Fang smiled apologetically, then turned around and cursed:

"You are committing a sin! If you don't lift your legs when performing, how are you going to make a living on stage? If you don't make a living on stage, are you going to become a prostitute?"

"No more hanging, no more hanging." The girl shook her head and cried.

"Hold her down for me. If you didn't tell me, I would have hung her for one hour. Now I'll hang her for two more hours! You bastards, I paid for you to give you a chance to live!"

After Master Fang finished scolding, he turned around, bent over, and showed his attentive face again, and said to the two nuns:

"The immortals are making fun of us. We are making fun of us."

There was a sudden breeze behind him, and the Taoist robes of the nuns swayed, making them look like fairies. Lu Ying saw beads of sweat on the foreheads of the actresses, falling like rain.

The upper nine classes, the lower nine classes,
There is a world of difference.

.........

The fight lasted only a moment.

But it's a world of difference.

Donggong Ruoshu just saw the dagger's light rushing towards Chen Yi's face, about to pierce his head, but in the next moment, Chen Yi didn't move, just raised one hand, and a shadow was left in the air.

With a single horizontal slap of his hand, the cloth soap on the burly drunkard's hand shattered, veins bulged on his skin, his eyes widened, and his blood vessels burst due to the impact of his true energy.

The drunkard's eyes trembled, but he still stood upright. Chen Yi leaned back slightly and hooked his other hand. From behind, it seemed as if the drunkard pierced Chen Yi's chest and rushed into the room.

The other man immediately moved, quickly stepped through the door with a knife in hand, and was about to pounce on Donggong Ruoshu, but when he turned his head, he saw his accomplice's head falling heavily to the ground.

His mind went blank in an instant, and he subconsciously raised his knife to chop at Chen Yi.

The bright blade light broke through the air. Made of fine steel, it was a good blade that could cut through iron like mud.

But Chen Yi didn't move much. He stretched out two fingers, as if he was more familiar with the knife's movements than the assassin. He instantly clamped the blade from the back of the knife, and then pushed it forward. The bronze ring with the beast head hit his chest heavily, and the sound of ribs breaking was heard.

The drunk assassin also vomited blood and fell to the ground. Large clumps of blood spread out and blood foam rolled on the ground. Donggong Ruoshu saw a very awkward scene, as if Chen Yi just waved his hand and the two fell to the ground like a hit-and-run. However, she knew that this scene was not funny, but it happened too fast.

It was so fast that there was not even a chance to utter harsh words, make sarcastic remarks, or pretend to be ignorant and slap each other in the face.

It was so fast that it could defeat the enemy in one blow before he could even speak, and it was so fast that I don’t know if it would have even 500 words if it were put into a storybook.

Donggong Ruoshu was amazed beyond words.

My cheap husband is quite extraordinary...

It seems like I made a profit from this deal, although I haven’t gotten the Lizhu from anyone yet…

Chen Yi did not look at Donggong Ruoshu, but half-knelt down and looked down at the two half-crippled people.

One of them had blood gushing out of his throat, his lungs were shattered by his ribs, and he was unable to speak.

The other one had broken teeth, his mouth was full of blood, and he was sobbing.

"Are these two... the spies of the Western Jin Dynasty?" Chen Yi seemed to be talking to himself.

Donggong Ruoshu came back to his senses, looked at them and said, "They look like... diners here, coming from outside... that should be it."

Chen Yi shook his head and said, "Not really."

"Why not?" Donggong Ruoshu asked puzzledly.

"Since they knew you, 'Captain Chen', were here, why didn't the manager keep an eye on the corridor and let him in so easily?"

Donggong Ruoshu thought about it and nodded. Before she could show admiration, she heard:

"And there's one more thing."

"What.?"

Chen Yi uttered three words:
"Too tasty."

.........

On the top floor of Yuanfeng Building, deep inside the study.

A middle-aged man with gray hair and dressed in brocade was sitting alone at the table, with white steam coming out of his breath and his fingertips constantly stroking a broken "Wu Shi" card.

The "Nothing to Do" sign was originally meant to be hung on his descendants, but it ended up in the hands of a man in his fifties.

There was only one yellow word left on the card, and the part below was nowhere to be seen.

The cut is smooth.

It's a sword mark.

"You mean... the so-called Captain Chen is actually the eldest daughter of the Chen family of the Western Jin Dynasty?"

Huang Jing let out a deep breath, and the white mist surged upwards and floated onto the beams of the house.

Water mist instantly condensed on the beams.

The manager was slightly startled, as he knew that he, as the shopkeeper, rarely showed off his talents like this.

This is a fourth-rank warrior.

He was the master of the Huangmen Sword School, which was famous thirty years ago, and was also one of the masterminds who teamed up with Kunlun Sect's leader Tang Ze to hunt down Gu Yanjian.

The steward continued, "That should be the case. Many of you have heard that Captain Chen has appeared in several places in succession. I dare to guess... he is trying to lure Guyanjian and the others into the trap."

Huang Jing was silent for a while.

The steward lowered his head and dared not look at his back, but he could hear the sound of his hands clenching and the sound of his knuckles popping.

It's like the excitement of revenge for one's son.

Huang Jing is over fifty years old and has only one son, Huang Yao, who is a genius. He once fought thirty matches without being defeated. After that, he and his thirty followers and friends went out into the martial arts world.

But almost all of them were killed by the Lone Smoke Sword.

The only servant left was a broken limb servant, who returned to the Huang residence holding a broken "nothing to worry about" card.

From then on, the Huangmen Sword School was closed, and Huang Jing devoted almost half of his life to revenge.

After a long while, Huang Jing finally spoke:

“If we bring the person here, the people from Xi Que Pavilion may not necessarily kill Gu Yan Jian, but will instead take him to the capital.

Bring someone to me, I will use her to catch the big fish and then kill it with one knife. "

The steward had already figured out the shopkeeper's intention and said earnestly, "I have already sent someone to do it."

"Who?"

"Two 'drunkards', they are efficient and will definitely bring the person here."

There is another chapter in the evening

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(End of this chapter)